Ruthless Heart. Emma Lang

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СКАЧАТЬ had long since been hanging in the dark velvet sky when Eliza slid off Melba. The horse shook its head as if it was as exhausted and shaky as she was. The small campfire fifty yards ahead had to be Grady. It had to be.

      If it wasn’t him, she might lose whatever grip she had on consciousness and fall to the scrubby ground in a faint. Dramatic but sadly true. Eliza wasn’t generally given to dramatics or frailty, but she had to accept she’d reached her limit and desperately required relief.

      She secured the horse to a low branch on a tree, then took off her shoes to creep up on the fire. Grady might be asleep or simply waiting for her to get close enough to slit her throat with that enormous knife of his. Her breath came out in white puffs in the frigid night air. It seemed colder than the night before, but more than likely it was due to her complete exhaustion.

      Eliza almost wept when she recognized his horse. She could hardly believe it, but she’d successfully tracked a professional tracker. Ephraim would be proud of her. She was proud of herself.

      As she approached the small fire, nearly embers, it popped and snapped, sending Eliza’s heart into a gallop. She stopped in her tracks and waited, but the still figure on the other side of the blaze didn’t move. He lay on his side with his bedroll tucked around him, snug as a bug in a rug. Eliza debated what to do before she turned around and returned to Melba to unsaddle him.

      She whispered an apology to the old but steadfast horse before she gave him a quick rubdown with his blanket and made sure he could reach the sweet, cool grass nearby. Eliza felt the sting of tears as she retrieved her own blanket and ignored the sheer agony in her legs.

      The tiny fire called to her, offering sleep and warmth. Eliza followed the lure of the fire, knowing the man who slept beside it would likely be quite angry with her when he woke. Angry was probably a mild word, but that was the least of her concerns. Right then she felt as though she’d become a singular being with simple needs of heat, sleep, and food.

      Eliza stumbled, nearly falling on her head, as she reached the edge of Grady’s camp. After righting herself, she stepped around to where he lay on the ground. She put her blanket down on the ground next to him, then got to her knees and crawled in beside his big, warm body.

      For the second time that day, tears pricked her eyes as she lay down and felt the heat from the fire on her front, and Grady’s behind her. She was instantly asleep.

      Chapter Three

      Grady woke slowly in the gray predawn light, unusual for him, but he hadn’t slept well because he’d dreamed of Eliza. In his dream, she’d been in his arms, pliant and soft. He woke up with a dick harder than an oak tree, pulsing and growling with need. Grady reached out and found he hadn’t been dreaming after all—there was a woman in his bedroll.

      He traced her luscious curves until he reached her round backside, which he caressed gently before he pressed himself against it. She moaned softly, and Grady continued his explorations past the dip of her waist.

      Her breasts were round and full, the nipple peaked almost immediately in his hand. He tweaked it until it hardened perceptibly, and he had to taste it.

      Conveniently enough, there were only six buttons on the front of her blouse, and he made quick work of them. He reached in to find a rough chemise covering his prize, but he pushed it out of the way until he found flesh.

      It was softer than anything he’d ever felt, warm and inviting. Grady pulled her on her back and ducked beneath the bedroll to claim the best tits he’d ever held in his hand. The heat beneath the blanket was full of her scent, woman, and arousal. It sent a pulse through him, making his dick grow even longer. He breathed in deep, inhaling all of it into his body.

      He nuzzled her and was rewarded with a kittenish sigh. Her breasts begged for his touch, and he was more than willing to oblige. Cupping one, he began licking the other, small catlike licks all around the nipple. He enjoyed the tight bud brushing against his cheek as he deliberately avoided it.

      It wasn’t until he could hardly stand it another second before he gently licked a nipple. He was rewarded with a sigh of pleasure, so he sucked on it; the sweet flavor of her skin made him groan. As he tweaked the other, she pushed up into him, filling his mouth with her breast.

      Grady accepted the gift for what it was and nibbled at her as his hand crept down her body to the juncture of her thighs. Her heat penetrated through the clothing to his touch. Grady bit her and she jumped, bumping her head into his. Reality crashed down around him and he woke up fully as the pain from the collision throbbed almost as much as his dick.

      “Oh, my.”

      That voice. He knew that voice.

      It was Miss Eliza, the damn schoolmarm, under him, with her breast in his mouth and her pussy currently pulsing in his hand.

      Holy shit.

      He took his hands away slowly, almost as if she were a rabbit and he didn’t want to spook her. She sighed as his mouth left her breast wet with his warm saliva. The nipple puckered even more as the cool morning air hit it. Grady told his dick to shut up, but it wasn’t listening. It roared with frustration as he slid away from her body. He felt like a mouse backing away from a trap—the prize wasn’t worth the risk.

      Who the hell knew the schoolmarm had a body full of delicious curves and tits that would haunt his dreams for the next year? Not to mention her responsiveness, which was beyond amazing. Not many women reacted to a man’s touch with such heat, such passion.

      Of course his experience with women in bed was limited to whores, but some of them had been good girls doing what they had to do to survive. He had always done right by them, no matter what their circumstances. However, none of them had heated as quickly as the woman inches from his yowling cock. God, and it had to be Eliza for pity’s sake. Why couldn’t it have been a woman he could fuck and leave?

      It dawned on him that he had actually left her the day before, and a long, hard ride was between them. So how in the hell was she lying by his fire snuggled up against him as if they were an old married couple? Was she a witch who flew through the air to taunt him with her curvy body? Or was he simply insane with thoughts of her that he called her to his side without meaning to?

      Grady sat up and got a good look at Eliza in the murky light. She looked absolutely tempting, and it was a good thing he didn’t like her or he might be doing more than scowling at her. Her dark hair was tousled as if she’d been well loved in a bed, and her eyes were heavy lidded with arousal.

      Son of a bitch.

      Grady stood and backed away from her. “Fix your clothes.”

      She smiled. “That was a lovely way to wake up, Mr. Wolfe.”

      He almost swallowed his tongue. There was no way she could be pleased with what had just happened. “Are you loco? I almost took you like a common whore on the cold ground.”

      “I beg to differ. There was nothing common about that. I thoroughly enjoyed it.” She sat up, and one breast popped out of her gaping shirt.

      “Jesus Christ, woman, put your damn tits away.” He sounded gruff because he was beyond angry. In fact, he was furious with himself and her.

      This time her smile disappeared, and he almost regretted snapping at her. She had it coming, though. Stupid female creature didn’t have a lick of common sense.

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